Can I Say Hello Jane?

Its funny, don’t even know you but I think about you
You’re on my mind, all the time I’ve even dreamed about you
Could be desire or my lust but it don’t make a difference
Thought about an old lady but your beauty is my witness
Can’t even figure it out, what am I doing dawg!
All I do is look and pretend the room is full of smog
So I don’t think you’re looking, or even try to catch a glimpse
Everything inside my head is fantasy, never real as shit
I gotta stop stalling but I say its too late
I sometimes catch a glance but get scared and just over think
I need to stop acting like a kid and just spit it out
But life ain’t what it seems and the walls begin to pile around…

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Dead

There is no point to this, I write and write to get no play

I put my heart in situations, that’s why I wrote Astray

I’m living in a life full of misery and pain

I never sound nice nor do I even count the strain

The strain of vigilance among the two who have restraints and hits

The love of colorless will paint pictures on black and white canvas

The tyranny that’s caused all of this war, shall pour upon its people

Drown them in the sore, deep in pores where death dwells in kilos

The superstition of regulars on the dark path

Individuals divided by numbers but have no hint of math

Take a glance, portray them as your evil leader

If I had a chance, I’d die cus rolling dice is just a feature

Will we prevail if god shows us more suns and earths?

Will we all die if we prove we we’re made of dirt?

With such mystery we wonder why we’re still living

Too bad we all die tomorrow and nothing is forgiven.

Astray

I’m trying to find the light but all the shades is down and sh**

My thoughts are on fire but my mind is just a ship.

Floating out in sea and drifts away when wind hits

Countless lives lost for god forsaken crippling bits

I’m confused on situations that require money and trust

But lust for even more that has my head pounding and all that stuff

Crying to my self just so I can see it wash it away

Its stays like a storm pouring down tons of rain

I wish I can be better but there’s nothing left to give

If I slit my wrist then friends will pop bottles, pour and piss

Tough enough for small endeavors, weak just to fall astray

Can’t hold on tight cus the tears of pain have soaked my hands with shame

My dark thoughts shadow down the beams of warm light, I’ve never seen God but I hope that God is nice

I’ll never say him or her or prefer God as an it, beliefs in mythical practice have made people jump ship

The large waves of death come and take over all, as humans fall we seek answers to life and all